The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 14
A while later, she arrived again and quickly ran away after dropping off a tray of steaming mushroom soup and soft bread.
Radis tore the bread with her fingertips.
She dipped the torn bread in the pearl-colored soup.
‘This is truly—’
When she put the bread in her mouth, she could taste the soup and feel the soft texture of the bread.
Radis died at the age of twenty-six from miasma poisoning.
And she returned ten years in the past.
It’s not anything like her life flashing before her eyes just as she was dying—she had really come back to live a second life at the age of sixteen.
A peal of laughter burst out from her lips.
Radis Tilrod’s life was terrible.
It was just like hell.
A second chance at this life would be no different.
No matter how many times she would return, she was still Margaret and Zade’s eldest daughter, Radis Tilrod.
She shook her head.
‘I can’t live like that again.’
She no longer wanted to live a life sacrificing herself in vain all for supporting her parents and younger siblings.
Gradually swallowing the torn bread dipped in the mushroom soup, Radis looked back on her past life.
Even after David entered the academy, Radis’ life did not change much.
All alone, she still practiced the swordsmanship techniques that she learned from her teacher in that vacant lot. She spent the rest of her time locked up in her room as though she was a recluse.
Until David graduated from the academy.
Later, Radis would go on the subjugation quests hunting for monsters instead of David so that he could be appointed as an official knight.
She had to endure for six years, until she reached that miserable end.
Radis groaned unconsciously as the memory of her death flashed before her eyes.
‘Why? Why did I come back? What, for revenge?’
Radis had a dry smile on her lips.
She didn’t want revenge.
A few days ago when she grabbed Margaret’s wrist, Radis realized.
‘Why wasn’t I… Why wasn’t I upset that Mother harassed me so? Why wasn’t I bothered that I had to hunt monsters in David’s place? Didn’t I fall ill because of the miasma seeping into my body? And they didn’t even try to get me proper treatment?’
Radis put down the bowl of soup and looked out at the night sky.
‘I was more upset… that I wasn’t loved.’
She wanted to be loved.
So she convinced herself that she wasn’t suffering from her illness, even as she was being constantly abused.
She fought back against those fearsome creatures and endured the miasma poisoning.
Because she liked seeing her family happy.
Because she thought she would finally be loved.
Radis laughed helplessly.
She didn’t know why, but it seemed like she was born for nothing.
Because both David and Jurich existed, there was no place left for her.
Radis lay weakly on the edge of her bed and muttered.
“Let’s just give up.”
She poured all her efforts into trying to be loved in her previous life.
It wasn’t until her tragic death that she realized.
To her parents, to her younger siblings—she meant nothing.
“I need to get out of here.”
She needed to get out of the Tilrods’ reach.
Where would she go?
With what money?
Radis stood up and paced by the window.
The world she knew was small.
She only knew the Willingham territory, the Tilrod family’s palm-sized estate, and Monsterwood.
When she thought of that forest, she felt nostalgic, as though she was reminded of her hometown.
It was strange.
That forest was a dangerous place full of monsters.
But it was the only place where she could be free in her previous life.
“There were border villages nearby.”
It wasn’t deemed a safe area because the surrounding terrain was rugged and hungry monsters often appeared.
However, there were still people who inhabited such a place.
“Come to think of it, I heard there was one border village that made a fortune from cherry farms…”
One summer, cherry trees were unable to bear fruit due to a spreading disease on fertile land.
However, she heard rumors that only the farms of the border villagers, who had been isolated, had not been damaged. Because they were the only ones who could supply cherries, the prices soared.
Radis’ eyes glimmered.
‘If I invest in it…?’
But her hope was short-lived.
She didn’t even have enough money to buy a basket of cherries, let alone to invest in an entire farm.
And money wasn’t the only problem.
She was only a sixteen-year-old girl right now.
She wasn’t even allowed to go outside alone.
Losing her appetite, Radis pushed the bowl away.
‘Why did this even happen? I can’t believe I have to go through this life twice.’